Two days passed since I had arrived back at the pack house, and little by little Damian realized when I said I wasn’t doing something–it wasn’t going to happen.
He attempted to get me on the plane the day before but I stood firm in my place and refused to go. There was no talking to me about it… no forcing me to do it. Nothing.
He had my bags packed by the door and even attempted to throw me over his shoulder, but all his methods proved to be useless.
I’m a stubborn woman, and when I say something, I stand my ground.
In the end, he roared in frustration and shut himself in his office with no communication towards me for the rest of the day.
Honestly, it was peaceful.
After giving up on the notion of me leaving, Damian had his servants move me into the main house. He claimed he wanted to make sure I wouldn’t run away or do something stupid.
As if that would actually happen.
I wanted to know where the others were, and I wouldn’t leave until I did.
